The Devil Went Down to Georgia - The Charlie Daniels Band

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal He was in a bind, 'Cause he was way behind and he was willing to make a deal When he come across that young boy playing and playing that fiddle hot And the Devil jumps up on a hickory Stump and said: Boy let me tell you what I bet you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet wit you Now you play a pretty good fiddle boy but give the Devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your Soul 'cause I think I'm better than you The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been! Johnny rosin up your bow and play that fiddle hard 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose the Devil gets your soul The Devil opened up his case and said: I'll start the show And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this When the Devil finished Johnny said: Well you're pretty good old son Just sit down in that chair right there, let me show you how it's done Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun The Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said: Devil, just come back if you ever wanna try again I told you once you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been! Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run! Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal When he came upon this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump And said boy let me tell you what I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too And if you care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy But give the devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'Cause I think I'm better than you The boy said my name's Johnny and it might be a sin But I'll take your bet and you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been Johnny rosin up your bow, and play your fiddle hard 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But of you lose, the devil gets your soul The devil opened up his case and he said I'll start this show And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow Then he pulled the bow across the strings and it made a evil hiss And then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this When the devil finished, Johnny said well you're pretty good old son But sit right down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done "Fire on the Mountain", "Run boys, run" The devil's in "the house of the rising sun" Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough Granny does your dog bite No child, no The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, devil just come on back if you ever wanna try again I done told you once you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been He played "Fire on the mountain", "Run boys, run" The devil's in "The house of the rising sun" Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough Granny will your dog bite No child, no

The Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind He was willing to make a deal When he came upon this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what!" "I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you" The boy said, "My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin But I'll take that bet, and you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been" Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose, the devil gets your soul The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this When the Devil finished Johnny said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son But sit down in that chair right there And let me show you how it's done" "Fire on the Mountain" run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again I done told you once You son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been" He played "Fire on the Mountain" run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, will your dog bite? No, child, no

And with the crack of his whoopy tail The beast was done The devil went down to Georgia He was looking for a soul to steal And he was in a bind, he was way behind He was willin' to make a deal When he came across some boy Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot Then the devil jumped up on a hickory stump And Said, "Boy, lemme tell you what" I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too And if you care to take a dare, well, I'll make a bet with you You play pretty good fiddle boy but you give the devil his due I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul to think I'm better than you My names Johnny and it might be a sin But I'll take your bet you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'Cause hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard If you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you loose the devil gets your soul The devil opened up his case now and he said, "I'll start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled that bow across his strings, it made an evil hiss A band of demons joined in and it sounded somethin' like this When the devil finished, Johnny said "You're pretty good ol' son Sit down in that chair right there Lemme show you how it's done" He played, fire on the mountain run, boys, run Devil's in the house of the risin' sun Chicken in the bread pen pickin' out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no The devil bowed his head now 'Cause he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle Down on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back If you ever wanna try again I told you once you son of a bitch I'm the best there's ever been" He played, fire on the mountain run, boys, run Devil's in the house of the risin' sun Chicken in the bread pen pickin' out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

The Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind the way behind And willing to make a deal When he came across this young man Pickin' a guitar and playin' it hot The Devil jumped up on a hickory stump And said, "Boy, let me tell you what" Well I guess you didn't know it But I'm a guitar player, too And if you'd care to take this dare I'll make a bet with you Now you're a pretty damn good strummer Boy, but give the Devil his due I'll bet a guitar of gold against your soul Who says I'm better than you But the boy said My name's Johnny, and it might be a sin But I'll take your bet You're gonna regret, I'm the best there's ever been The Devil opened up his case And he said, "I'll start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips As he tuned his axe down low And he pulled that pick Across the strings and it made an evil hiss Then a band of demons all joined in And it sounded just like this When the Devil finished, Johnny said Well you're pretty good, old son Well sit your old ass in that chair right There, let me show you how the fuck it's done The Devil bowed his head Because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that gold guitar down On the ground at Johnny's feet And Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back" If you ever wanna try again I done told you once You son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been

There's a place not too far away from here Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me Well, they call it Texas, and it's a mighty fine place to be Runs from Texarkana to El Paso And Oklahoma down to old Mexico And there's Houston, Dallas, Austin and San Antone People in Texas sure do make you feel at home They just want everybody to leave them alone While they drink their whiskey and roll their own And they like their music with a little bit of southern sound Kick up their heels every evenin' when the sun goes down And you can call them country, and they don't care And if you don't like the way they wear their hair You can take you like and shove 'em on up the line People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine

Daniels You can dance around if you want to But there's some thing a man don't wanna do And if you see him comin' walkin' down the street You better jump right Outta his way Everyone knows it's a street skit Every time he comes to town Coz he's got somethin' in his left hip The blues down walk around Funky-junky Funky-junky He's on Missouri Boulevard About a half o' mile south of the graveyard Better run an leap through funky old dirt Go one don't find no shame This old muskrat barbeque And a sweetness on the railroad track He's gotta tiger in his living room He gotta monkey on his back Funky-junky Funky-junky